How did I get a skinny baby?!

Start with Gavi news: that little stinker hasn't gained weight in three months! He eats like a baby hippo, and at eight months, still hasn't doubled his birth weight. The doctor wasn't really concerned, but asked me to go ahead and up his protein intake AND supplement with formula AND come back next month to have him weighed. I don't want to give up nursing until he can drink normal milk! I can't afford formula! (Correction: I don't WANT to afford formula. If that's the best thing for him, that's what I'll do. Happily.)

Yesterday, I was one of those moms who had to walk calmly while my two year old screamed his little head off. We were only there for an hour when he tripped over a curb and hurt his elbow. After that, his attitude got worse and worse until he was continually yelling. At that point, I threw his teeny bottom back in the stroller, strapped him in, and walked as fast as I could while his voice reached pitches that caused even the loudest animals to cower. (We were over by the mishmi takin when it happened - the furthest point from the entrance.) Every child fell back, every mom looked at me in disbelief. Entire school groups - some of them high school - were freaking out. I suppose people assumed I had beaten him or something. It was that level of carrying on! And as soon as we got to the car, he said, "We go back to zoo, please?" Ohmigoodness, he makes me furious and delighted within about thirty seconds of each other!

Oh, and last week, Caleb wore the shorts that he wore to his dedication two years ago. Nice. I guess baby butts just don't grow that much! Gavi has outgrown anything 6-9 months that is a one piece, but if it's just pants or shorts, even six month stuff just slides right down his little bottom. I think I've actually packed away six month clothes since it wasn't summer when he was wearing them. It's tempting to go back and get them out!

Caleb is a jabberbox and Gavi is a slobberbomb ~ and both of them are just about as cute as anything you've ever seen. Gavi sat in the pew by himself at church last week! I had to keep a hand on his arm, because he likes to move from the seated position to crawling, and there was a two foot drop to the floor. Caleb has those little girls at church wrapped around his very small pinky. They cater to him like he's a little potentate. They're both just so friendly! I find myself wanting to be friendlier just to be like them. That's a good problem to have!